Sister Rescue Plan

He brandished his spear and thrust it straight at them.

Click—

A sound similar to a tin can being crushed rang out, but it was hard to notice amidst the howling wind and the clear clash of weapons.

But both sides in the battle were heroic spirits, far surpassing human heroes, and almost simultaneously, the battle ended in perfect unison.

They realized that ordinary people had witnessed their battle.

A flash of red hair appeared, and Cú Chulainn immediately gave chase. The default course of action for ordinary people who stumbled upon the Holy Grail War was—

Kill him.

This is something that ordinary people shouldn't know.

The crimson-clad heroic spirit stood rooted to the spot, a sigh escaping its lips. Had it reached this point? What followed should be—

The exceptional eyesight granted by the job agency allowed him to clearly see the fleeing figure, bringing his thoughts to an abrupt halt.

"Wait, am I seeing things?" In front of the monitor, Yoyo Mirai, who was enjoying Medea's cooking, almost choked.

During the battle between the Heroic Spirits, the surveillance cameras and listening devices that were relatively close were damaged by the aftershocks. Due to technical reasons, the red-haired figure in the picture only flashed by, and the blurry picture quality made it difficult to see the face clearly.

but--

"Why do I feel like the guy in the photo isn't Emiya Shirou, but looks a bit like Gudako?" Izayoi Mirai was completely baffled.

"Lady Future, has something changed?" Seeing the change in Izayoi Mirai's expression, Medea approached, her body exuding a sweet, violet-like fragrance.

Knowing that Izayoi Mirai possesses a certain degree of "future vision," she values ​​Izayoi Mirai's opinions highly.

"It's not certain yet." Izayoi Mirai kept switching perspectives, but still couldn't find a clear image from the front.

However, even if it is Gudako, it can't be the Gudako from that comedy manga. What Izayoi Mirai is concerned about is what changes might happen in the future, and this is something she must pay attention to.

Moreover, tonight, the seven classes have been fully engaged, and the Holy Grail War has officially begun.

"We need to be extra vigilant these next few nights, especially around the Assassin's side." Izayoi Mirai, recalling the beginning of the Heaven's Feel route, how she managed to kill Sasaki Kojiro, and then use Kuzuki Souichirou to threaten Medea, wiping out the entire Caster group's Insect Lord, added another sentence.

"Starting tonight, we'd better not separate."

"Huh?!?!"

Medea was taken aback, then smiled happily and replied somewhat awkwardly, "I understand."

Meanwhile, in a building, Rin Tohsaka looked at her classmate lying in a pool of blood, trembling as she took out a pure ruby, placed it on her pierced chest, and chanted a spell.

Chapter 8 The Reversal of Roles

Izayoi Mirai felt she needed to remind Sasaki Kojiro again, because she couldn't understand what could silently kill a powerful swordsmanship-wielding Heroic Spirit without any Heroic Spirits present; it was simply too bizarre.

He walked to the gate of Ryudou Temple, where Sasaki Kojiro was leaning against a tree, drinking and admiring the moon. He had bought the wine specially because Sasaki Kojiro seemed to like it, so he bought it as a thank you gift for accompanying him in training.

"Master, are you here to admire the moon too?" Sasaki Kojiro jumped down when he saw Izayoi Mirai approaching. Although Medea was the one who summoned him to the present world, from his observation, it was obvious that Medea was focused on Izayoi Mirai. If she deliberately separated the two of them, it would be suspected of sowing discord.

People who are too oblivious to social cues can be disliked.

“No, Assassin, I’m here to warn you to be careful,” Mirai Izayoi said. “The next few nights may be dangerous.”

"Please rest assured." Sasaki Kojiro stroked the hilt of his sword, his calm smile containing a strong sense of confidence. Bathed in moonlight, he exuded an indescribable air of carefree elegance. "I will stop every enemy that comes your way."

Medea became alert, her fingers unconsciously brushing against the Command Seals on the back of her hand.

Unaware of Medea's subtle movements, Izayoi Mirai said somewhat seriously, "If it were a fair and square contest of skills, you would naturally not need to be nervous, but that is a completely unfounded trick, so you must be careful."

"I understand." Seeing how serious Izayoi Mirai was, Sasaki Kojiro said solemnly. He had once been just an unknown person who practiced swordsmanship in the mountains and forests, and he did lack understanding of those strange spells.

"If there's anything you're unsure about, just call Medea through the contract." After receiving a positive reply, he went back inside.

"Is the situation that serious?" Medea asked in a low voice. "Should we go somewhere else?"

“If the position changes and your mana supply becomes a problem, then there’s really no hope of winning,” said Yuuji Mirai. “And don’t worry too much, the scene I saw may not actually happen.”

Although she didn't understand why Yosai Mirai was so fixated on winning the Holy Grail War, even disregarding her own life, Medea didn't ask further. Whether in life or death, she would stay with him until the very end.

Meanwhile, the footage from the monitor caught the attention of Yoruichi.

"This is hilarious!" He laughed, as if he were witnessing a farcical comedy. "Is this how it's going to unfold?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At the Emiya residence, the sound of a bell being pulled rang out, exceptionally clear in the quiet night, startling the homeowner who had just escaped death.

Almost without thinking, his body instinctively dodged, and at the same time, the blue-haired hero, wielding a spear, fell from the ceiling, piercing the floor.

He almost died.

Emiya grabbed a rolled-up stick from beside him, a faint surge of magical energy emanating from his body and spreading into the stick. He uttered the incantation: "Trace on."

The magic trick, which was usually obscure, seemed to have a breakthrough in the moment of crisis, successfully strengthening the paper stick in his hand.

But in the next moment, the scarlet spear thrust in, bending the paper stick that was stronger than steel, and incidentally grazing his arm.

"Oh my, you still have a little bit of magic left." The blue spearman laughed, gently swaying his neck, making a "kaba kaba" sound, along with his malicious words, "That way, I can play a little longer."

His right leg lashed out like a whip, slamming heavily into Emiya's waist and abdomen, sending his hundred-pound body crashing through the door and flying out.

You must escape, or you will die.

Emiya realized this perfectly clearly, and carrying the nearly broken paper stick, he fled to the side of the abandoned warehouse.

“That’s about enough,” Cú Chulainn said, raising his spear. “What a pity.”

There was no chance of winning, but was this how they were going to face death?

Resentment and anger burned like flames in Emiya's eyes. His left hand felt like it was being scorched, and his magical energy surged through his circuits as if being torn apart, as if responding to something.

Magic summoned a storm, the swirling air currents pushed aside the debris, and light shone forth.

“This is—” Cú Chulainn’s eyes widened, “The seventh Servant?”

He heard Master's command in his ear and acted decisively, but the spear aimed at his vital points was blocked by something.

His dazzling golden hair fell to his ears, his eyes were like emeralds, his handsome face was perfectly sculpted, he was clad in magnificent armor, his hands were clasped together as if holding something, but it looked empty.

Just now, it was that sword or something else there that blocked his gun.

Emiya's heart pounded. The scene before him seemed like a fairy tale: a princess in danger and a prince rescuing her.

Saber, wielding the invisible sword, smiled slightly at the girl behind her, then turned to face Cú Chulainn with a cold expression.

No need for further words, just eliminate the guy who dared to harm the Master. This time, he will still emerge victorious. This time, he will definitely succeed...

He wielded an invisible sword, and the air naturally avoided it, making very little noise.

Cú Chulainn was having some difficulty parrying, as he couldn't judge the length of the sword in the other's hand and could only rely on his intuition to defend himself.

"Using such an invisible sword is utterly despicable," Cú Chulainn said, somewhat displeased. "If you're so capable, show me your sword!"

The blond swordsman didn't respond, and his attacks became increasingly fierce and violent.

"Use your Noble Phantasm to take him down, Lancer." Kirei Kotomine's command came through Cú Chulainn's ears.

There's no time to unleash a Noble Phantasm.

Cú Chulainn grumbled inwardly; this disgusting fighting style truly annoyed him.

However, after a while, like a seasoned hunting dog, Cú Chulainn cautiously defended himself, probing little by little. In a little while, he would be able to determine the length of the sword.

but--

"If you're not confident of victory, retreat," Kirei Kotomine commanded. "There's no need to fight an unknown, powerful Heroic Spirit to the point of mutual destruction."

What a coward.

Cú Chulainn inwardly scorned her, flicked his spear to repel Saber, and leaped onto the wall behind him. He then revealed a sinister smile to Saber:

"Keep your head safe."

Then it disappeared.

"Sevent Saber, reporting for duty." Only then did Saber formally address the girl.

"Huh?" The girl was still a little confused about the situation, but this was obviously an introduction, right?

She bowed and said, "My name is Emiya Shiori."

"Emiya, huh—"

The blond swordsman was taken aback, his eyes filled with scrutiny and a hint of anger:

Do you know Kiritsugu Emiya?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter Nine: Self-Deception is the Ultimate Way

"Huh? Do you know Dad?" Emiya Shiori's eyes widened involuntarily. Ever since that man rescued and adopted her, he had been in a state of depression, like a middle-aged man who had lost all his money at the gambling table and eventually left for a distant place, hiding his identity.

His past is a blank, and he has no relatives or friends. He is often taken care of by Fujimura Taiga, the daughter of a local yakuza boss, who is known as the Tiger of Fuyuki.

And now, finally, people know him.

Emiya Shiori was somewhat excited. She had always wanted to understand what kind of person Emiya Kiritsugu was, the man who would get excited and shed tears just by saving someone, and what he had experienced in the past.

Unfortunately, Shiori Emiya didn't notice that when she called out that name, a cold glint flashed in Saber's eyes. In that brief moment, he seemed to be going through a fierce internal struggle, and in the end, all his emotions were contained in his emerald green eyes, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

Just as Shiori Emiya was about to ask something, Saber suddenly moved, leaping over the two-meter-high wall and slashing at a red figure with an invisible sword in her hand.

Two short swords blocked Saber's attack. At this moment, Shiori Emiya also saw the appearance of the person who came and quickly stopped Saber: "Saber, stop!"

At her command, a piece of the bright red sword-shaped mark on the back of her hand disappeared, releasing surging magic that bound Saber's body.

She was still confused about what was going on, and looked at the familiar figure: "Tohsaka-san? What brings you here?"